I wake up kinda late, and head out into the hallway. I hear somebody downstairs, and look to see what appears to be my kid, putting away clean dishes from the dishwasher. Without specifically being asked.
“Hello, Pod person. I see you’re putting away dishes.”
She smiles and doesn’t say anything.
“What have you done with my daughter?” More smiles and a pause. “And, would you mind finishing up cleaning her room before she comes back?”
She doesn’t say anything. I guess the pod people aren’t all that talkative.
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